The World Through These Eyes

Total silence
Blood splattered
Does someone always have to die before they begin to matter?
The gashes on your arms, stomach and wrists
Looks like a killer wrote a love note, and engraved it in slits
The mentality of people is so screwed I swear.
It's a big deal today, but soon no one will care.
You're remembered for a day, but forever forgotten.
Freshly 6 feet underground, but soon you'll be rotten.
Carrion for the worms and maggots for days
End to your problems and worries, that is the least way.
It's an easy way out, but you'll look like a fool
Life is an easy game if you follow the rules.
You become as stiff as a pillar.
The after life is hell, because you've become a killer
Suicide? Is a solution in which you always lose
There are other options, I hope you can conclude.

And for the ones that kill innocent lives for "fun"
In your sick, tormented mind, that's feeling is numb
Is it worth the 15 minutes of fame and the everlasting years of pain
Today you're somebody but tomorrow we've forgotten your name
They make famous the notorious villain in this crime
And do I even have to ask this?
why make an insane piece of shit a star,
that put the victim in a casket?
This world gets more fucked by day
And we all contribute to its destruction in our own way